Lucy thought that I was kidding yesterday when I threatened her with talk of a grazing muzzle. I wasn't.
Lucy is prone to chubbiness, so rather than having to put her on a diet at the end of grazing season,
I'm making her wear this most unattractive muzzle now. She is not pleased.
George: You don't want to know how ridonkulous you look.
Lucy adjusted to wearing the muzzle without incident. Her only reaction was to follow me everywhere I went,
begging me to remove it.
Lucy: I'll never be able to show my face in public again.
Lucy: Take this @#$%! thing off now. I mean it.
Me: Sorry, Toots. Ain't happenin'.
It took her all of two seconds to figure out she could still eat with it on...just not as much.
There's a hole in the bottom that allows her to drink water and nibble little bites of grass instead of great big mouthfuls.
The attached halter has breakaway clips, so I'm not too concerned with her getting hung up on something and hurting herself.
(Here's a link to Best Friend Equine Supply, where I purchased the muzzle. I bought it for Lyle
when we moved here in '05. He wore it for several months without destroying it, so yeah, it's very well made!)
Anyway, my plan is to have Lucy wear it only during the day. She had it on for six hours yesterday and managed just fine,
except for all the cursing and dirty looks.
Alan: What in the hell have you got on your face?
Lucy: Shut up and help me take it off.
Lucy: I mean it, mom. Take this off. Now. I promise I won't eat as much.
Lucy: Come on, George. Help me out here.
George: Fat chance. More grass for me.